hi there, lady insomnia...
you have come uninvited yet again
when you are least expected, as usual
as the body and mind calls out urgently to rest
you keep them at bay
stroking with your filed nails
blood red hair tumbling past your waist
whispering sweet, sweet nothings
that do not lead us to loving unconsciousness
but aware of your darkness -
they can not safely slip away
and float above awakefulness

oh lady insomnia...
have mercy tonight;
there are many days to go still.